Blue tears
There is a wrinklejust next to your mouth
it goes from your eye
down to your chin
The night we met
You began to speak
You started to cry
of memories from then
Now you are here
next to me
I see you smiling now
by thinking about now
Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-11-16 at 22:43
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